 the challenge of the Yukon. Honking! Hon, you husky! The underdog king, swiftest and strongest of Eskimo League dogs, blazed the trail through storm and snow for Sergeant Preston as he meets the challenge of the Yukon. Sergeant Preston was typical of the small band of Northwest Monty Police who preserved law and order in the new Northwest country where the greed for wealth and power led to frequent violence and bloodshed. But in the odds against them, Sergeant Preston and his underdog king met that challenge and justice ruled triumphant. Sergeant Preston of the Northwest Monty Police stopped his dog team when he came to Pete Martin's camp on the way to Dawson. Honking! Hon, you husky! Hello, Sergeant Preston! Hello, Pete. I saw your camp for a smoke when I topped the hill back there. Mind if I join you for the night? Glad to see you, Sergeant. I'm just in time for some food. Show some more beans in the pan. Go on your way to Dawson. Yeah, gotta find order first to take in this trip. Good. We can go in together. Mmm, those beans smell good. I'll feed my dogs and get them set for the night. Sergeant, look. Over there in the trees. Is that a wolf? Where? Just over beside those bushes. I think I'll take a shot at it. Come on, Pete. Don't shoot. That looks like a dog. Quiet, King. Here, boy. Give me a piece of that frozen fish, Pete. Sure. Here you are. Maybe we can get him out here where we can see him. I'll throw this to him. It's a dog, all right. It's a big German shepherd. He's a beauty. Must have smelled my food cooking. Look at him. Wolf down that fish. He's hungry, all right. Say, I wonder if he's Ben Andrew's dog. Ben has one like that. Who's Ben Andrew's? He's an old prospector. Been around here a long time. I wonder if he's in trouble. That dog's acting rather strangely. Seems as if he wants us to follow, don't he? Yes. I guess I'll take King and trail him. You better eat first. There isn't much daylight left, Pete. I'll pack some food and take my first aid kit, just in case something's wrong. But he might need you five or ten miles from here. I'll have us more than a couple of miles. I'll come back and we'll follow his tracks in the morning. Feed my dogs, will you, Pete? One, King. When do you think you'll be back, Sergeant? If something's happened to Ben, I'll make him comfortable and come back here tonight, if possible. The Mountie and the lead dog King followed the gray form of the German shepherd through the gathering dust. Preston lost sight of him for a moment when they reached a wide creek about a mile from the camp. It seems to have disappeared. Maybe you'll have to find him, King. There he is in front of that cave beside the creek. Stay here, King. Wait on, boy. What is it, fella? What's in that cave? It's Sergeant Preston, Northwest Mounted. Are you hurt, man? It's dark in here. Wait. I'll make a fire. Your dog brought me here. Good old Rex. I didn't think he'd run away. I didn't know where he went. Have you watered? Here's some brandy. I'll catch you some water right away. Let me have a look at that wound. Are you bleeding? No. It stopped. It's my shoulder. I guess you'll be all right for a while. You'd better have some food before I fix it. I've been eating for two days. Was this an accident? No. Some men shot me. Don't try and talk about it now. I'll stay here for the night. My lead dog's with me, and I'll write a note and send him back to my dog team. Pete Martin's there, and I'll tell him to bring both teams over here in the morning. You comfortable? That food sure tasted good. I feel a lot stronger. Tell me what happened. I think you're strong enough. Well, I've been prospecting around here for a long time. A little over a week ago, when the ice went out of the creek, I set up my camp. The only one I had to talk to was Rex here. Well, I pan for gold up and down the creek. I know you want to separate Rex, but this is the last try. Maybe someday we'll hit it. Well, it's gold. Gold. These nuggets. Big as my thumbnail. Rex, boy, we're rich. This is it. Well, Sergeant, I was so excited I died down there, busted a blood vessel. The first thing I'd done was take my claim. Then I thought I'd better hide everything that showed up and camp in here. I didn't want nobody to find anything. It might start him panning gold while I was gone. So that's where all those tin cans came from? Yep. I put them all in here. I was just bringing in the last load when all of a sudden Rex begun to bark and cry. What's wrong, Rex? What's the matter? You better call that guy off, Grandpa. We might be tempted to take a shot at him. Here, quiet, Rex. Keeps you boy. I didn't see you two coming. Yes, I am. I was just pulling out. What you're hiding everything for? Seems kind of funny to be toting a load of empty cans into a cave. Well, I was just cleaning up a little before I left. Didn't want nobody to suspect it. If I did, it's nobody's business. I've staked this property, so maybe you better get off it. Maybe you've staked it, but you ain't filed a claim yet. Now, Grandpa, shut that dog up. Listen, you two, you better be moving along. You're what? I got this rifle covering you in a... Hey, Jake, take this gold pan gone down and see what's in that crickery from work. You stay away from this claim of mine. You ain't no right here. Shut up, Grandpa. I'll let you have it. Seek him, Rex! Hey, wait! I can just make the cave. Rex, come here, Rex. You better not put your head in this cave. You're still going to tear your throat open. I got a gun in here. He's going to shoot Grandpa on his crutch up. We didn't know he'd know it. Oh, good boy. That's a claim of yours was loaded with gold. We better finish him off. We can't get him in there. But he's wounded. If we take his wounded supplies, he's a goner anyway. Goodbye, Grandpa. We'll file a claim for you. And if you get hungry, try eating your dog. Come on, Dick. Let's get off. Sergeant, I was losing lots of blood. Hey, hold on to Rex. I knew they'd shoot him if he got out. He took all of my food and left me with nothing. Well, Ben, it was a lucky thing you had Rex with you. Don't I know it? If Rex hadn't jumped on him and put him off balance, he'd have killed me. That bullet went a little too high. It'd do much damage. Did these men have a dog team? No, they're carrying the packs. Well, and they can't make very good time. It's a long way to Dawson. Pete Martin will bring my team here in the morning. I think I'll be able to get to Dawson by the time they do. You've got a day and a half start. But they can't make very good time carrying heavy packs. You can come along slowly on Pete Martin's sled. I'll hold them in Dawson until they get there to identify them. Sergeant, if they get to Dawson first, how do you know them? There'll be hundreds of men there who look just like them. Yes, I thought of that. I may not catch them on the trail. I think you're right, Sergeant. Ben, you're going to let me borrow Rex. I imagine he'll be able to pick them out for me. Yeah, Rex will know them all right. He sunk his teeth in one of them. Now, you've talked enough for tonight. Better get some sleep. Here comes Pete Martin now, Ben. He certainly didn't lose any time getting there. I thought maybe it had trouble with two sleds. He has them hitched together. Hello, Pete. Hello, Sergeant. Hello, come here. Hello there, King. Oh, hello, boy. Well, you brought him back here, didn't you? Good work. You brought him with your dog last night, Sergeant. You think you'd send him after the team? You want to round him right up and get them started last night? Well, I send him for the team. That's what it does mean, usually. You got the note I tied to his collar, didn't you? Yes. Has Ben hurt bad? He's all right now, but he was in bad shape when I got here. I want you to bring him to Dawson on your sled. Some claim jumpers tried to kill him. Kill him? I'll take my team and let him get to Dawson before they file Ben's claim. We'd better reload these sleds. I'll have to travel light. Sergeant Preston, with his powerful dog team, took every shortcut he knew to Dawson City. Rex, old Ben's German shepherd, was on leash, tied to the sled and went along beside it. The mouty was tired as he pulled up in front of the claim office in Dawson. Hello, King. Hello, Mr. Preston. Come on, Rex. I guess you'd better come inside with King and me. One, King. Hello, Sergeant Preston. Oh, hello, Bill. Is there a new dog he got? Sure is a beauty. He belongs to a friend of mine. Can I do anything for you, Sergeant? I wonder if you can tell me if you've filed any claims around Wolf Creek in the last few days. Wolf Creek? I don't believe so, Sergeant. Just about where is it? It's about five miles north of the Klondike River, 50 or 60 miles east of Dawson. No, don't believe any claim has been filed in that territory lately. I hear some papers I wish you'd keep, Bill. A friend of mine will be here in a day or so to file this claim. I'm afraid I'm going to have to wait for the day right here in your office, Bill. I want to look out for someone who's due to come in here sooner or later. Well, you look tired, Sergeant. Why don't you lie down in my car in the back room and rest? I'll call you if you'll tell me what the man looks like. Well, that's the trouble I... Oh, no, exactly. No. Since I'd like to sleep, I guess I'll just sit here against the wall for the rest of the day. Lie down here beside me, Rex. King, you're on the other side. As the day were on, man after man passed the Mount issue The two dogs eyed them sleepedly as they went by. Toward the end of the day, Preston awoke with a start as the leash holding Rex suddenly tightened on his wrist. The dog, a little growl rumbling in his throat, had risen suddenly as two men entered the office. Steady, Rex. Steady, boy. That dog of yours, Monty. I have his leash. He doesn't seem to like you. Down, fellow. Back, boy. Hank, that looks like the dog. Shut up. Can't be. Yes, I'd better put this dog in the back room. Yeah, I think it'd be a good idea. He's an ugly brute. Anything that I can do for you, boys? Yeah, we want to file a claim. Get in there, father. You fellow slagged rich? Yeah, we had some good luck. Struck just north the Klendike River. Would you, uh, have any trouble? I notice your hand is bandished. I know. I just cut it on a tin can. Are you sure it's not a dog bite? I told you, Hank. I'm going. I wouldn't try to leave if I were you. Watch him, King. Hey, what is this? You and your dogs. I'm holding both of you on suspicion of attempted murder. Are you crazy? Just come in here to file a claim. If you're innocent, you can file it later. Right now, you're going with me to headquarters. Oh, I'm feeling pretty strong. He stood fine, Sergeant. You know, it took it easy. You think you can walk back here and identify those men I'm holding? You turn right again, in blasted formance. Good. Let me take your arm, Ben. Take it easy now. That's so fast. Here they are. Hey, the one's all right. He tried to kill me. That big one is the one who shot me. He's a lion. He's the one who tried to steal our claim. Shot him in self-defense. You can't prove a thing. It's his word against ours. You've changed your story, Hank. I asked you if you'd had any trouble and you said no two days ago. Also, there was no sign of your camp when I was there. There wasn't any sign of his either. Oh, yes, there was. There were a lot of tin cans in the cave with Ben. I'll just find him anyway. We found him and we found you with the help of his dog Rex. He's the one who brought you to justice. You're both under arrest. 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